Wednesday, 26 February 2014

Apple tree

There is an apple tree in the middle of the road I am walking
And there is an apple tree in the deepest chambers of my heart.
They are no different from each other.
They whither and change according to 
the weather and other circumstances.

This is my secret and this is no secret.
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